“Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak: Lay open to my earthy gross conceit, Smoth’red in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,… Are you a god? Would you create me new? Transform me then,…”
There are over 7 billion kinds of people in this world. So I’ve heard. And yet, ever since I could remember, someone always managed to confidently pronounce there are really only two kinds. But it does not stop there. Almost without fail, they can follow up with an explanation; an analogy; a comparison of the two. I would be in awe of this superior human awareness I obviously lack myself, be it not for the fact that no one can seem to agree what these two kinds actually are – ever!
How could we even begin to list the many kinds; the countless types, and to which degrees people are all different? This effort will certainly interfere with my goal to simplify life, damnit! Wait… maybe that’s it! There are people who want simple lives, and those who want complicated ones. Those who need chaos to succeed and those who thrive on order and predictability. Those who thirst for knowledge and growth, and those who insist on teaching and giving to their fellow man. The angels of Satan and spawns of Heaven! Heathens and Holy men! Blackberries… iPhones?
Maybe Mick Jagger was right after all. Every sinner… a saint. Or maybe it was Shakespeare that was right… Life is a Comedy of Errors – especially that third act!
We are all just basically the same. They are all just basically the same. I am just basically the same. And so are you.
In this sense, we are all clones. But there is something that differentiates us. Something that makes us unique. Very early on, we are all thrown mixed-messages and overwhelmed with rules and laws we don’t understand. We learn to be like no one else in the world at the same time we look for ways to belong. How fucked-up is that?! Or if you’re one of those cup-half-full clones, then “How marvelously wonderful is that?!”
Creativity is what differentiates us.
There isn’t a right or wrong way to greet someone and wish them a wonderful day first thing in the morning – we just do it. There isn’t a right or wrong way to methodically and systematically undermine someone’s welfare by plotting and sabotaging their plans – we just do it. And we all do it differently. We are very creative clones, indeed.
But I digress… Maybe I am in awe. And in awe, in my own and uniquely creative way. How marvelously fucked-up is that?
“Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak: Lay open to my earthy gross conceit, Smoth’red in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,… Would you create me new? Transform me then, and to your pow’r I’ll yield.”
We… are, i-Ticus.